"You're the one who's poor as fuck. Damn it, who are you calling poor? I just don't want to give it to you, okay? I'm loaded, who said I'm broke? But just because I have money, does that mean I have to hand things over to you? Song Yun, do you think I'm an idiot?" Prince shouted angrily.
"I don't think you're an idiot. I just believe in 'loser pays up.' If you gamble and can't handle losing, it means you can't afford to lose. And if you can't afford to lose, it just means you're poor. No need to explain, Prince, poor is poor. These days, who's not a loser? We're all short, ugly, and broke, it's no big deal. I understand you," Song Yun chuckled as he said.
"You're the short, ugly, and broke one. I'm 175cm tall, damn it." Prince shouted, "Song Yun, don't piss me off, nothing good will come of it."
"I'm not pissing you off, you're the one getting all worked up." Song Yun said helplessly, "Alright, since you can't afford to lose, let's just leave it at that, bye."
Click.
